Stale Daily Bread
Squint burning teary eyes
Rivulets trace gravity’s deface
Drying salty trails
Once removed forethought
Must be doomed to fail
Ergo death to no avail
Frail shadowy mercy
Contrast from disgrace
Beckoning hours
Scorched earth deflowered
Splinter in lost Finnegan
Squeeze my soul ’til last oxygen
Preparing anxious fear coming
To rend misguided inattention
Backstabbing with no invention
Dollars a tact
Alligator-skin cured from flack
By friends, my God to make amends!
All forgiven
Let live then
Lost divisions do pretend
Heart softening regret turns respect
Shades of bold color like tastes and scent
Unsatisfied still chewing stale daily bread
Historically written as chosen instead
Finally proud of the life I have led
Now sleeping soothe peaceful
Pillow ‘neath head
Dustus Blog 
October 8, 2009 at 12:44 pm
You have a very interesting, intriguing, and cryptic way with words. I get the feeling I may get more from the poem if I could distill emotion without definition from the lines of this poem. I love a challenge, though I’m not too fond of my own ration of Stale Daily Bread.
Awesome Poem.
October 8, 2009 at 2:09 pm
Appreciate the insights and conversation. Always like to what writers think about literature, especially peers. Feel free to discuss and critique 🙂
I’d like to give props to a poetic hero. If not for T.S. Eliot, I never would have tried to write my first poem. I always wrote stories and easily recall song lyrics, but poetry was late to inspire me. I’m definitely also influenced by Baudelaire and Rimbaud. If you don’t mind, who first inspired you to begin writing?
http://www.poets.org/poet.php/prmPID/18
Two of my favorite poems in English are “The Hollow Men” and “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock” (highly recommend them to anyone who hasn’t checked out T.S. Eliot!)